The chalice of empty.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Was the quest for nothing fulfilling?
Was it full of nothing, running on empty? What became of the road less travelled? Did it become a highway? And what of the seasons! The out of seasons? They say you only live once! But that’s not true you only die once! But back to the quest, what fulfilled the chalice empty and who knocked it over? Was the girl the muse to the poet? Or was it the love of words displayed? © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 26, 2019 Last Updated on April 26, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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